The First Emperor built the mausoleum and built two doors. Behind the door is two thousand years in the future - the subway, the neon lights, and the streets full of people who don't know how to kneel down.
My country is dead. History writes that I burned books and harassed Confucians, and was cruel and unethical. I decided to go back and change it.
He buried cement, stole a steel stove, and memorized a whole set of textbooks. New learning was established, official channels were opened, blast furnaces were lit, and young men were appointed officials. The ministers had just knelt down to finish the "God-given skills", and Zhao Gao had already put his sword on my new policy.
I won't kill him—I'll drive him into the ancestral temple so that he can't reach the sky.
But this door is in the original book, and the ending is written for me: Those who go against fate will have their lifespan shortened.
Until someone sent a letter from 2100 AD. The signature is my handwriting.
——It turns out that in later generations, someone also wrote this book for me.
